Disclaimer: If I could write like Joss or Tolkien I wouldn't work for minimum wages. Nothing's mine, I just play with it all.
This will be a LoTR/BtVS Xover. Stay with me for a little bit. I'd love to get reviews, don't be shy.
We are warriors.
We stand outside of times, outside reality. We do not live, we do not die.
We are warriors.
"Don't do it! You'll die and I can't bare loosing you!"
"You know I have to, they'll die. You'll all die and where would that leave me? Just remember me, okay? I'll be thinking of you…"
"NO!"
We are warriors.
She just jumped. There was no one else around. She couldn't just leave the kid to die.
The water swept her off as she lifted the bundle of sheets onto the pier. There was only bubbles left.
We die.
"Sshh, close your eyes. I love you."
"Buffy!"
We are the sacrifice of the Gods.
"I… love you"
"Thank you for saying it, but you don't"
"Spike"
"This is my gift, death so that the others will live."
"Buffy, please don't"
"I love you Dawn, take care of each other."
We go on, always. Out of time.
We fall into the light, always the light. This is the only peace that we are afforded. What seems like a few quiet moments but are often centuries. Time does exist for us. We are in stasis. There really is no us, we simply are the tools.
How it came to be that we found conscience in these interludes I do not know. But with each return a stronger feeling of belonging, of being, as entities seem to fall upon us three. There were more of us but we can't, I mean I can't remember them at all. Something grew from these meetings that had nothing to do with what we were, what we were created for. A glitch if you would.
There is no memory in the in between, there should be no recognition. We felt. We shouldn't have. Something had to give somewhere.